The closer Trinity got to Ryan, the sound of the party began to fade, the music barely registering in her ears anymore. A few wolves padded silently around the edges of the wraparound front porch, their keen senses picking up every whisper. But there was no such thing as privacy around wolves; one simply had to get used to everyone knowing everyone's secrets. Their supernatural hearing was a annoyance defectives couldn't overcome.
"Are you ever going to tell me what's going on?" Trinity asked, stepping out onto the porch. The night was quiet, with only the soft chirping of crickets filling the air. The sky above was a spectacular sight, filled with countless stars, visible without the pollution of city lights. The pack lands were beautiful during the day, but at night, they were something truly magical. She gazed up at the night sky, hoping he would finally address whatever was happening between him and Jess. She noticed Ryan's fingers, stained faintly purple from some berries he'd snacked on earlier, tapping a restless rhythm against the thick steel and wood fence that bordered the porch.
"Nothing to tell," he said, taking a long swig of the tequila, hating how every sip tasted on his tongue.
"At some point, you'll have to stop using me as a shield to push her away from you." Trinity knew that at times, Ryan was intentionally cozy with her as a way to keep Jess at arm's length. She never wanted to get involved, preferring to be honest with them both but leaving them to their own struggles.
Trinity didn't say anything else. She simply waited, her gaze steady on him. She knew he wanted to speak about it; whatever was going on, he'd been bottling it up for a while.
Clenching his fist, Ryan felt a pang of self-disgust. He didn't want to use Trinity, to jeopardize her relationship with Jess. "I'm sorry," he muttered, though he believed they would find a way past any resentment or jealousy. He clenched his fist painfully, wishing things had been different. "Fuck it! You know I liked her. I like her!" Turning to face him, Trinity still remained silent, letting him vent. "I thought I would end up with her. I was this close–" He held his thumb and index finger nearly touching, demonstrating his proximity to his desire. "To getting the girl I wanted. Until I learned about mates. What would I even be doing with her? Mates are inevitable, and the second I meet mine, I would forget about her. It's cruel, and I don't want to be a bastard to her or anyone, but especially not her."
"Why didn't you tell her?" Trinity hadn't realized this was the reason he'd stopped the relationship before it could even begin.
"Not even two months here and you've forgotten?" He gave her a mocking smile. "You didn't know about mates or wolves or anything. What could I say?"
"Ryan." She felt pity for him. He had a perfectly good reason, something she would understand, and he couldn't even tell her.
"And what's the point now? It wouldn't change anything. I still disappeared all the same."
"Do you regret it?"
Ryan had to truly think about it. Did he regret it? In some ways, he did, and in others, he didn't. If he had met his mate by now, he knew he wouldn't regret it. But he'd given up something he wanted and got nothing in return. It was hard not to have some regrets.
"Do you?" he countered, avoiding giving an answer directly.
"What would I regret?" Trinity laughed, unsure of what he meant.
"Grayson!" The single name uttered by Ryan made Trinity feel conflicted. She had spent a good portion of her youth admiring and hoping for Grayson's attention. There wasn't much for her to regret.
"Wasting your time on Grayson?"
Trinity was unsure about it. The last time she saw Grayson, they had kissed, so she wasn't so sure if her time had been wasted. But thinking about mates made her question herself. If every wolf had a mate, they definitely weren't mates. Maybe she had wasted her time, and he was just okay with playing with her emotions, and the kiss wasn't anything but fun for him. She might have made it more important in her head; maybe she was just deluding herself.
"Me and Grayson weren't anything close to you and Jess. I was a kid with a crush." Trinity wondered if he could hear the lie. She knew if she saw Grayson with anybody, if he had found his mate, she would feel like an idiot who wasted her time. Without question, she would be devastated. It made her understand why Jess would move on from Ryan, even if it was just to spite him.
Leaning on the railing, she looked up at the night sky one last time. Without streetlights, it was a sea of endless darkness, only illuminated by the glow of the stars. A cool breeze rustled the tall trees of the surrounding forest, and in the distance, the mountains were dark, imposing silhouettes against the starlit canvas.
Stepping over to Ryan, she gave him a quick hug. "I would tell her the truth. I think she would like to know," she said before leaving him to his sorrows.
"Is everyone in bed?" Timothy asked, still riding the high of the day's excitement.
Trinity smiled, shaking her head. "Ryan needed air. But I'm going to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"I probably should call it a night too," Mona agreed, walking away with Trinity. They left Timothy behind to his solo party.
They walked side by side up the pristine steps. At the top, Trinity gave her a smile before turning left to go into her room, while Mona went right to the showers.
In her room, Trinity pulled her hair into a messy bun and changed into her pajamas. Grabbing her toiletry kit, she left her room to go to the washroom.
Wrapped in a towel, Mona smiled while waving good night at Trinity one last time, and she went to her new private room. She would move her things tomorrow.
Luca thought his patience would run out at some point, that he would just decide to call it a night and go back to his own house. But the longer he waited for Trinity, the more of a thrill he got, the higher his excitement seemed to build. With every footfall that neared the door, his adrenaline spiked. He was eager, but he wasn't impatient.
He frowned as he smelled a familiar scent, but it wasn't Trinity. And there was no place to hide.
Mona pushed open the door only to be gripped by the throat and slammed into the hardwood. Luca felt the curse die on his lips.
She wasn't the one he wanted, but he wouldn't turn down a meal. Mona's towel slipped to her feet as she was slammed to the door, her ample breasts there for him to see.
The heightened desire that had kept him as still as a statue waiting for Trinity had exploded the moment Mona came into the room. His chestnut brown eyes had been taken over by his wolf's black.
Mona felt frozen in place, like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of what her next move should be. This wasn't simple. His large palm gripping her neck was painfully tight. She wanted to grab his wrist to pull him away, but she knew she shouldn't. She shouldn't make any sudden movements or do anything that could anger him.
A predatory smile took over his lips as his free hand slapped her breast. Mona's stomach hollowed at the pain. She couldn't help the feeling of arousal that took over her body.
She hadn't even felt slightly enthralled when she had been Gary's whore. He used her without much thought for her enjoyment; it had been very sterile. This was something different—dangerous and thrilling.
Leaning in, his nose grazed over the column of her throat, sniffing her scent. He could smell Trinity on her faintly; it was enough to make him hard. His mind had been set from earlier in the day; he wasn't going to change his mind, even if it was a different girl.
"Bed." The words seemed foreign on his tongue, struggling to keep his human speech. He released her throat, but his eyes never left her. Slowly, she walked to the bed, sitting on the edge, unsure of what to do.
"Touch."
Mona didn't need him to elaborate. She knew what he meant, but she felt the sting of humiliation. She never touched herself in front of someone; she was the only one naked.
Feeling irritated by her hesitation, he growled, taking a step towards her, pausing when he smelled her womanly arousal perfume the air. As her creamy thighs parted.
Scurrying back on the bed, Mona let her legs fall open to his probing stare. Reaching between her legs, her fingers grazed over her smooth entrance. Closing her eyes, she started off slowly, rubbing small circles on her clit. She was shocked when she felt the wetness start to seep out of her. Sliding her fingers through her slit, she swirled the moisture through her sex.
In a moment of boldness, she opened her eyes, meeting his stare as she slipped her fingers in her wet entrance. Biting her lip to hold back her sounds of pleasure.
She lost herself in the sensation of being watched, of being desired. She felt powerful in the seduction. In the room, all you could hear were the sounds of her wet, wanting cunt's slickness. The perverted chorus of her palm slapping against her wet lips.
Her pale skin reddened as she got closer to her climax, losing herself in the frenzied chase of her orgasm.
Right before she could release, Mona heard his sharp growl: "Stop." Tears pricked at her eyes with the need for her release. She wanted it so bad. But her hand stilled before her mind could even catch up. She gripped the sheets painfully tight, anything to keep her hands away from where she wanted them to be.
Luca regained some bit of his sanity as he glided towards the bed. He hadn't expected Mona to be so responsive and obedient. She was an unexpected joy.
"On your knees."
Without delay, Mona slid to her knees, her blurry eyes looking up at him in desperation.
His thumb trailed over her bottom lip, then penetrated her mouth a subtle act of domination. She sucked his thumb without needing to be told. Hollowing her cheeks impressively. Has her tongue swirled around his finger.
He used the wetness from her mouth to glide over her large breasts before pinching her nipples. She cried out but didn't object to anything, like a good little slut.
"Open."
Tension crackled in the room. She felt like her skin was on fire, and her nerves were on a razor's edge. His single words of domination and control made her clench her thighs, trying to hold back her growing desires. Mona liked to be dominated; it was always one of her kinks—to be at the mercy of someone else's fantasies.
Opening her mouth, she waited and watched as he unzipped his fly unhurriedly. Pulling his cock out of his pants, he let the tip settle on her open lips, his pre-cum coating her lips as he painted her with his seed.
Mona's tongue darted out, licking her lips appreciatively.
"You like sucking cock, don't you?" He smirked, pushing his cock down her throat. He didn't stand on ceremony; he wrapped his hands around her face as he fucked her throat viciously.
Groaning in pleasure, he didn't give her time to breathe as he pushed his cock down her throat, pleased when she gagged.
Spit and cum glided down her chin, coating her heaving tits. Releasing her face, he held the back of her head still as his cock went to the hilt, pressing on the back of her throat. He groaned in satisfaction with every word she tried to speak, his cock twitching in excitement at the pleasant vibration.
"Take my cock down your throat like a good little cum slut."
Her eyes watered in discomfort, and he finally let up, pulling his cock from her throat. As she gasped, crumplibg to the ground coughing harshly, he gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before he shoved his massive shaft back down her throat again, his hips trapping her between himself and the bed. Ramming her throat harder and harder until he met his release.
"Every drop, swallow it!" he demanded in a guttural voice, a feral growl slipping between his lips.
Gripping her shoulder-length hair, he tilted her head back as his fingers fucked her mouth as his cock had. Forcing her to choke on his digits.
Pulling free from her wet lips he, he dried his fingers on her cheeks. "What do you say?"
Her cheeks blushed a furious red as her eyes fell to the carpeted floor. "Thank you."
Luca pondered what he should do with her, if he should continue. But her easy acceptance and calm compliance made it too hard to walk away.
With her head bowed, Mona couldn't see what he was doing. The wetness that had cooled her entrance started to slip down her thighs, demanding attention. She wanted to cum, for him to fill her, to give her the satisfaction she had been missing for weeks.
Luca took his clothes off, resting them on the small sofa before standing in front of her again, his cock still hard and ready for more.
A yelp of pain left her lips as a hard slap landed on her left breast, leaving behind a stinging sensation. His palms slapped her breasts over and over until they were red and bruised. The slightest brush made a pleasurable tingle envelop her body. She felt she could shatter from the sensation alone.
"Spread your legs. I want to see that pretty, pink pussy."
She flinched as her sore knees rubbed uncomfortably against the carpet, most likely already bruised. But she didn't care. She wanted to see this fantasy out, see where it would go.
Palming his cock, he pumped his shaft as he grinned down at her. Her eyes remained downcast, but her chest heaved; he could smell her arousal potent in the air.
His rough breaths were the only sound in the room as he pumped his cock hard until completion, squirting his cum on her face and breasts, letting it drip onto her swollen cunt.
This time, she didn't need to be told to be grateful for the gift he had given her. "Thank you."
Stepping closer to her, his bare foot pressed on her clit, rubbing circles with his foot. She moaned happily, rubbing herself against his foot like a good little bitch. It was her reward for being so obedient.
She frantically chased her pleasure; she used his foot as her toy, bringing herself to the edge of desire, her hand entering her wet folds. The shameful sounds of her slickened cunt invading her ears.
Throwing her head back, her thighs closed on his foot that increased the pressure on her clit. Her entrance tightened as her orgasm spilled over.
"Clean it." His words were a crisp slap across her face.
She licked his foot, cleaning off all of her womanly juices. Feeling her arousal build up once more, as she degraded herself happily.
"Chest on the bed, spread your legs wide. Show me your dripping pussy."
His devilish self was enamored by her. Her small fingers pulled her plump cheeks apart for him. He watched as his seed dripped down her thighs, decorating her gloriously.
Pressing his cock to her spread lips, he let his spit drip down over her tight bud, guiding it into her waiting pussy.
"Should I fill your dirty little ass with my cum?" he teased playfully, his thumb pressing on her tight bud. He could smell her fear; it was just as delicious an aroma as her arousal. He liked both equally.
Pressing his thumb deeper, the tip of his thumb invaded her ass. She sucked in a hard breath; her body coiled tightly.
"Maybe later." He laughed, letting his thumb swirl around the entrance.
Her delicate fingers danced on her cheeks as she kept them spread for him. Gripping her hair at its base, he rested his forearm along her back as he entered her painfully slow, letting her filthy cunt devour every inch of him agonizingly slow.
She sighed in pleasure as if she had never felt anything as delicious as his cock buried deep within her. "Please please," she begged desperately for him to move faster, to make her feel whole, to break her—anything but this agony.
Sliding his shaft all the way out to the very tip, he slammed into her hard and fast, stopping once he met resistance, only to pull out again painfully slow. He delighted in the way he controlled every facet of her body; she couldn't move an inch without his express permission. Again, he pulled out, slamming into her. Her legs quivered, and her flustered hands tried to grip the sheets, anything to give her some stability. Again, he dominated her tight little hole, pounding into her, slowly pulling out, drawing out her desire. After a few minutes of agonizingly slow fucking, he gave his dirty little slut what she wanted, pounding into her like a wild beast, filling her hole entirely, melting their bodies into one.
The slapping of their skin, the ragged breaths, the slickness of their sweat—everything dancing, combining into one, as he rammed into her, unrelenting, unapologetic, demanding his pleasure and hers too.
"Cum for me." This soft, tender command was all it took for her body to shake, her toes to curl, and to have the hardest orgasm of her life. As she called out his name, Luca covered her mouth before just pushing her face into the sheets.
He would be shoving his cock in every hole of hers again, but he didn't need anybody to know. This would be their little secret. His dirty slut would always be his little secret.
He needed to leave before the party ended, or he would be stuck in here all night. Her limp body didn't move as she rode her pleasure. Slapping her filthy pussy, she gave a cry of protest, trying to close her legs.
"Open!" he growled. She didn't get to refusing him of anything. Whimpering, she opened for him. He punished her, pressing his middle finger down to the knuckle into her tight ass. Her weak body too satiated to tense. Removing his finger, he slid the digit in her mouth as he rubbed his cock between her cheeks.
"Get on the bed, ass up. Fuck your ass," he commanded.
Her fingers shook as they pressed on her puckered bud. He enjoyed the show as he dressed back in his clothes. He kept one ear trained on the hallway as he enjoyed the entertainment she provided, resting his chin on his palm as he smirked in satisfaction.